She had awoken early despite trying to sleep in and use the opportunity to relax and take her time. It seemed her body and mind had other thoughts so instead she was up at the crack of dawn, wandering the streets of this beautiful southern city. Melbourne had always reminded her of England, especially London,... Continue Reading →
She had been thinking a lot these past weeks about her life … past and present … the highs and lows and the journey that bought her to her now. The mortality and seemingly pointlessness of it all. What was life really but a journey to an inevitable end? What was her purpose …? ... Continue Reading →
The day started off with promise - a beautiful morning with not a cloud in the sky and already 20 degrees at 6am. She was excited to be heading out on her first club ride - something she would not have done on her previous horse - not because of the ride itself but more... Continue Reading →
Their Wednesday had started early in the usual holiday way … excitement, impatience and just a little sprinkle of anxiety to top it off. She had given all the dogs an extra long squeeze before they left, told them each how much she loved them and that she missed them already. This time she... Continue Reading →
This spot by the window on the velvet chaise was her favourite spot in the house, although to be fair there were quite a few for her to choose. She loved the back patio too, overlooking the paddocks with the fire pit blazing, gum trees and natives painting a quintessential Aussie countryside backdrop at the... Continue Reading →
It was strange how obsessed they’d become with the rain ... watching the Radar and following their rain apps on their phones, anticipating the storms with relish. They were sitting outside on their patio now, with their Espresso Martini’s, betting against each other about whether the rain was on its way. She, emphatically declaring yes... Continue Reading →
She’d given her car a personality, (didn’t everyone?), affectionately dubbing it the Milk Carton due to its boxy shape and because it was also white. It wasn’t a Porsche (her dream car), or a Ferrari by any means, a simple bottom of the range Jeep - her baby Jeep - but she had loved it... Continue Reading →
How is it one can miss something they’ve never had? How can one miss someone they have never met ? How can one’s obsession with a fictional character or fantasy relationship take over to a point where it feels so real? She had been day dreaming most of the day today ... having watched a... Continue Reading →
There was something about cemeteries that she’d always been drawn to. The peaceful solitude, the mystery that each headstone or plaque promised of a life lived and lost, the untold stories, the joy and pain, the history. Even as a child she’d favoured a cemetery over a park ... often wandering for hours amongst the... Continue Reading →
This is the face I chose to look upon and live with forever, she thought. He lay sleeping on the sun lounger beside her, or dozing perhaps, relaxing after the mornings’ renovation activities. His love language was most definitely acts of service. He was always busy - making things, fixing things and she was grateful... Continue Reading →
The She Diaries 